Written By Shae
Sept. 15, 2019, 10:32 a.m.(11/4/1011 AR)
It has been busy around the hall and grounds the past few weeks as Reigna and others prepare for the Autumn festival. I had fun helping with getting the hard and soft ciders ready for it. The kids are all super excited too, it's nice to see.
Written By Sabella
Sept. 15, 2019, 9:26 a.m.(11/4/1011 AR)
I had a wonderful time at Duchess Vanora's party last night! We played a very fun game where unfortunately my team lost to the devious plotting of Prince Niklas and Prince Artur! Still, it was a lovely evening and I do hope more parties try more games like that! It was very fun playing a role and having to try to figure out the motivations of people I know very well and some that I do not. Hopefully next time I'm even better at it!
Written By Evaristo
Sept. 15, 2019, 9:03 a.m.(11/3/1011 AR)
It's been an interesting summer to say the least! The Festival of Death, still ongoing though tapering out towards its end as winter approaches, has been a large success so far, I would say. There's still some spectacular events to happen, so it's not over yet.
Josephine Arcuri is crafting Death's Crown that will be displayed at the Shrine of the Queen. I hear that many people go to her workshop to tell jokes, stories or puns to the metal. I intend to do some more of that myself - I told it a good pun, but I got some stories to tell to it as well. It'll be an artifact of a special kind. A work from human hands to the Godess that was lost to us for so long. What is to say we do not create our own new rituals and traditions, our own artifacts and memoribilia, when the ones that were there a long time ago, are now lost to us? It is, after all, a new beginning, thanks to the tenacity of Legate Aureth and others in bringing her back to us.
I've done a fair deal of sailing. Particularly fun was exploring the islands of Kennex waters, and the good results of that. It was amazing to sail with so many others and work together towards a common goal, it is not something I've done in the past. The crew liked it as well and I can see us doing something similar again.
We've also done a fair deal of good trade in the south, focusing more on the Lyceum side of things lately. I got some Lycene blood in me, maybe it calls me there? Though really, it's probably the fact it's warm and nice and there's amazing beaches and the best wine.
I turned thirty years of age. I forgot all about it, but it didn't matter that much. I celebrate each day like it's my birthday.
Josephine Arcuri is crafting Death's Crown that will be displayed at the Shrine of the Queen. I hear that many people go to her workshop to tell jokes, stories or puns to the metal. I intend to do some more of that myself - I told it a good pun, but I got some stories to tell to it as well. It'll be an artifact of a special kind. A work from human hands to the Godess that was lost to us for so long. What is to say we do not create our own new rituals and traditions, our own artifacts and memoribilia, when the ones that were there a long time ago, are now lost to us? It is, after all, a new beginning, thanks to the tenacity of Legate Aureth and others in bringing her back to us.
I've done a fair deal of sailing. Particularly fun was exploring the islands of Kennex waters, and the good results of that. It was amazing to sail with so many others and work together towards a common goal, it is not something I've done in the past. The crew liked it as well and I can see us doing something similar again.
We've also done a fair deal of good trade in the south, focusing more on the Lyceum side of things lately. I got some Lycene blood in me, maybe it calls me there? Though really, it's probably the fact it's warm and nice and there's amazing beaches and the best wine.
I turned thirty years of age. I forgot all about it, but it didn't matter that much. I celebrate each day like it's my birthday.
Written By Amir
Sept. 15, 2019, 8:15 a.m.(11/3/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Tyche
What kind of gift tells a friend, "I'm sorry your family member died, but congratulations on being elevated to Countess?"
I'm pretty sure that's what wool dresses are for. Right? Right?
I'm pretty sure that's what wool dresses are for. Right? Right?
Written By Elias
Sept. 15, 2019, 8:03 a.m.(11/3/1011 AR)
So yesterday I had this 'fateful' encounter with a lady named Kaia and one other person I don't want to remember at the Stacks. Fateful? Why? What is the difference with an ordinary encounter you say? Well let me explain it to you, my dear readers, an ordinary encounter usually consists of 'Hello', 'What is your name?', 'Oh my, you are new?', 'How are you doing in Arx?', 'Ok, bye' then it is over already. So what is special about yesterday? It is a bit different because this lady is so 'kind' to tell me an 'important' and 'secret' piece of information involving Giant Turkeys.
Giant Turkeys? Yes, exactly, Giant Turkeys. SO, this lady told me that some Redrain Prince was calling all the brave heroes in Arx to catch a legendary Giant Turkey. So, apparently, this Giant Turkey is so fast that we cannot see it with naked eyes. It also threatens the safety of the residents and livestock. Of course, as a person who is interested in this kind of thing in the first place, I readily accepted her invitation. I was so excited that I never considered the words may be false in the first place. I know, I know, her lovely and beautiful appearance did cloud my judgment a bit. But it was so unbelievable that it looked believable to me(I have some experience with this, I tell you).
As soon as I got home, I prepared all various kinds of things to prepare for the hunt. This a mythical Giant Turkey, mind you, some half-assed equipment isn't going to work. So I opened my chest and brought my mysterious stick horse, the bane of immortals, and the magical gardenia barrette, my life-saving charm that can repel all evil. There is something missing though, thankfully, it is not rare unlike my mentioned items earlier. It's a net. Yes. A net. I mean, we cant catch something if we don't have a net, can we?
Long story short, I scoured through the market for the net. When the shopkeeper asks what I am going to do with a net, I hesitated. This was supposed to be a secret. But, I was a bit skeptical. Bloody hell, Giant Turkeys? Even I, who have read countless legends, never heard of them. So I quietly whispered the 'secret' to the shopkeeper and.... guess what? He bursted out laughing to my face. When he told me that there were no Giant Turkeys around and the prince was only holding an ordinary Turkey Shoot event, I was disappointed. Yes, only disappointed. There wasn't any large reaction from me. After that, I dropped the net on my arms and went home.
I am not really bothered by it really. In my line of job, it is expected to find many false pieces of information. From my adventures, I learned not to be excited early before I see it with my own eyes.
What about the event you ask? I didn't come. I am not interested in any ordinary social event. It is too troublesome. As for the lady? Hmm, I don't know. I will see how she will explain all of this to me next time.
Giant Turkeys? Yes, exactly, Giant Turkeys. SO, this lady told me that some Redrain Prince was calling all the brave heroes in Arx to catch a legendary Giant Turkey. So, apparently, this Giant Turkey is so fast that we cannot see it with naked eyes. It also threatens the safety of the residents and livestock. Of course, as a person who is interested in this kind of thing in the first place, I readily accepted her invitation. I was so excited that I never considered the words may be false in the first place. I know, I know, her lovely and beautiful appearance did cloud my judgment a bit. But it was so unbelievable that it looked believable to me(I have some experience with this, I tell you).
As soon as I got home, I prepared all various kinds of things to prepare for the hunt. This a mythical Giant Turkey, mind you, some half-assed equipment isn't going to work. So I opened my chest and brought my mysterious stick horse, the bane of immortals, and the magical gardenia barrette, my life-saving charm that can repel all evil. There is something missing though, thankfully, it is not rare unlike my mentioned items earlier. It's a net. Yes. A net. I mean, we cant catch something if we don't have a net, can we?
Long story short, I scoured through the market for the net. When the shopkeeper asks what I am going to do with a net, I hesitated. This was supposed to be a secret. But, I was a bit skeptical. Bloody hell, Giant Turkeys? Even I, who have read countless legends, never heard of them. So I quietly whispered the 'secret' to the shopkeeper and.... guess what? He bursted out laughing to my face. When he told me that there were no Giant Turkeys around and the prince was only holding an ordinary Turkey Shoot event, I was disappointed. Yes, only disappointed. There wasn't any large reaction from me. After that, I dropped the net on my arms and went home.
I am not really bothered by it really. In my line of job, it is expected to find many false pieces of information. From my adventures, I learned not to be excited early before I see it with my own eyes.
What about the event you ask? I didn't come. I am not interested in any ordinary social event. It is too troublesome. As for the lady? Hmm, I don't know. I will see how she will explain all of this to me next time.
Written By Rinel
Sept. 15, 2019, 4:31 a.m.(11/3/1011 AR)
I recently had the occasion to speak frankly to a person far above my station. I have found that while my indignation is a flame that I may smother before it conflagrates into rage, my grief is another thing entire.
It is strange, how quickly one may become the other. If you asked me what the emotions share, I would say only the ability to overwhelm. Yet they are twinned in me so frequently that I cannot help but see them as bound together. I think at times it is me. I think at times that whatever defect I have—whatever inability I possess that stops me from forgetting—is responsible.
But I am not so sure. The person to whom I spoke, though infinitely more composed than I, seemed afflicted by sorrow and anger alike. But when we spoke, and revealed our broken truths to each other, I felt a smoothing of roughened edges. Perhaps this is what healing is—not a restoration of what was lost, but a union with others who have lost in turn. Perhaps we form with our brothers and sisters a path of smooth cobblestone upon which others may tread the Dream.
Perhaps that is enough.
It is strange, how quickly one may become the other. If you asked me what the emotions share, I would say only the ability to overwhelm. Yet they are twinned in me so frequently that I cannot help but see them as bound together. I think at times it is me. I think at times that whatever defect I have—whatever inability I possess that stops me from forgetting—is responsible.
But I am not so sure. The person to whom I spoke, though infinitely more composed than I, seemed afflicted by sorrow and anger alike. But when we spoke, and revealed our broken truths to each other, I felt a smoothing of roughened edges. Perhaps this is what healing is—not a restoration of what was lost, but a union with others who have lost in turn. Perhaps we form with our brothers and sisters a path of smooth cobblestone upon which others may tread the Dream.
Perhaps that is enough.
Written By Sabine
Sept. 15, 2019, 3 a.m.(11/3/1011 AR)
This is why preemptive measures are not unwarranted when foreign powers claim territory in our very heart. First a flag is raised in the Oathlands and then a Lycene Marquis lies murdered and slandered. If we answer as we should answer, some will claim we escalate the situation, or step upon the sovereign rights of Shav'arvani in their wilderness. If we do not, then we invite more to be done to us.
Whatever shall we do.
Whatever shall we do.
Written By Tikva
Sept. 14, 2019, 11:25 p.m.(11/3/1011 AR)
Who are you? How do you decide what you are?
What mask have you? Is it the same beneath sun or stars?
With whose voice do you speak? What questions call your soul?
When you take a moment for yourself, from whom have you stole?
What eyes do you see, when you chance to pass a mirror's gleam?
Is the name I call the same as the one you'd say in your dreams?
Who are you, and who am I that asks?
What mask have you? Is it the same beneath sun or stars?
With whose voice do you speak? What questions call your soul?
When you take a moment for yourself, from whom have you stole?
What eyes do you see, when you chance to pass a mirror's gleam?
Is the name I call the same as the one you'd say in your dreams?
Who are you, and who am I that asks?
Written By Esme
Sept. 14, 2019, 11:17 p.m.(11/3/1011 AR)
I feel like I haven't really caught my breath. Everything is so amazing in this city. The people. The people are by far and large the best part. I am just so captivated by them. I also got a certain person to send me an apology gift; two actually. I hate to admit that I cannot really remember what I was vexed about, but still. It is a good start. They were... odd gifts, but still it is the thought that counts. My messenger pal and I continue to trade messages. I enjoy that so much. OH! I should see to Narcissa too. Perhaps she needs jokes, in fact, if any of you read this, please send her a joke.
Written By Geralt
Sept. 14, 2019, 9:39 p.m.(11/3/1011 AR)
Ahhh, back in Arx again, and during the pitiful excuse they call winter, or close to it. I have a feeling I'm going to get into trouble.
Written By Vanora
Sept. 14, 2019, 9:11 p.m.(11/2/1011 AR)
I had a great deal of fun playing hostess to Sea Monster Attack this evening and want to express my thanks to the Empyrean for letting us host the event there.
It was simple and amusing and let us put down our cares for a little while, get to know some new people, and make one another laugh.
I think I shall have to make it a more regular occurrence. Even Grims can use a smile now and again.
It was simple and amusing and let us put down our cares for a little while, get to know some new people, and make one another laugh.
I think I shall have to make it a more regular occurrence. Even Grims can use a smile now and again.
Written By Willow
Sept. 14, 2019, 9:05 p.m.(11/2/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Geralt
Gods above, I forgot the man had greyish eyes. I remember him from occasional encounters when I was literally a child and he was around the age I am now, then one visit when I was around twelve. I remember him being larger than life, but even that didn't truly do justice to him in person when I saw him again today for the first time in over a decade.
Written By Thea
Sept. 14, 2019, 8:46 p.m.(11/2/1011 AR)
Countess Arcadia has been thrusting her baby in my arms more often. I'm getting used to the baby holding I think.
Written By Elisha
Sept. 14, 2019, 8:46 p.m.(11/2/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Orazio
I am sorry;
I repent and beg forgiveness
from the Faith
for threats against their holy places,
and to the gods
for claiming a position
I was not granted.
* * *
My penance is to admit the truest thing I know:
There is a Gardener in the Lowest Archives,
who cultivates knowledge
and genius, scholarship and history.
In the rich black humus of the deepest
journals, the Gardener plants seeds of wisdom
which take root and send forth pale stalks of memory
(the hollow shafts of quills)
and inspiration and chronology,
and from these an orchard grows,
the air heady with the scent of shared knowledge,
the stacks crowded with barrels of facts pressed
into the cider that is poured into the tarnished mugs of the
storytellers and scholars who speak
and chronicle the history of the ages.
Nothing is hidden in the orchard.
Nothing is barren; nothing blighted; nothing burned; nothing hoarded.
This is the Garden of Vellichor; a god's hands till this soil
and harvest this fruit.
Remembrance sweeps the trees with sheets of elysian rain
that soak the roots and send runnels
of experience unfettered
to those who crouch by the banks holding tarnished mugs,
and untarnished faith,
that this is the garden of a god.
I repent and beg forgiveness
from the Faith
for threats against their holy places,
and to the gods
for claiming a position
I was not granted.
* * *
My penance is to admit the truest thing I know:
There is a Gardener in the Lowest Archives,
who cultivates knowledge
and genius, scholarship and history.
In the rich black humus of the deepest
journals, the Gardener plants seeds of wisdom
which take root and send forth pale stalks of memory
(the hollow shafts of quills)
and inspiration and chronology,
and from these an orchard grows,
the air heady with the scent of shared knowledge,
the stacks crowded with barrels of facts pressed
into the cider that is poured into the tarnished mugs of the
storytellers and scholars who speak
and chronicle the history of the ages.
Nothing is hidden in the orchard.
Nothing is barren; nothing blighted; nothing burned; nothing hoarded.
This is the Garden of Vellichor; a god's hands till this soil
and harvest this fruit.
Remembrance sweeps the trees with sheets of elysian rain
that soak the roots and send runnels
of experience unfettered
to those who crouch by the banks holding tarnished mugs,
and untarnished faith,
that this is the garden of a god.
Written By Thea
Sept. 14, 2019, 8:41 p.m.(11/2/1011 AR)
I was sent a signet ring today by my brother. It was made by a young apprentice jeweler in Southport he is now sponsoring. It's lovely. Maybe we can more pieces sent here to sell...
Written By Arcadia
Sept. 14, 2019, 6:46 p.m.(11/2/1011 AR)
After being Prince Artur's turkey hunt today, I came to reflect on how every time I spend time in the forests I find myself joyous and calm at the same time.
The gray forest only holds good memories. It was my haven as a child when forced to learn. It is where I found my pets. It is where my husband decided I should be married to him. Only good things come from the forest.
Today I am able to add that I managed to best Princess Marion at shooting turkeys.
See. Only good things.
The gray forest only holds good memories. It was my haven as a child when forced to learn. It is where I found my pets. It is where my husband decided I should be married to him. Only good things come from the forest.
Today I am able to add that I managed to best Princess Marion at shooting turkeys.
See. Only good things.
Written By Talwyn
Sept. 14, 2019, 2:52 p.m.(11/2/1011 AR)
On this return to Arx I am feeling a sense of returning back and giving, especially as last time I took indiscriminately.
Written By Domonico
Sept. 14, 2019, 2:31 p.m.(11/2/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Martino
I truly do appreciate the Malvici signet ring that my brother has got for me and the other members of the family. It's a small thing, but binds us closer together as a family.
Written By Elloise
Sept. 14, 2019, 1:34 p.m.(11/2/1011 AR)
I have begun to think it VERY important to have a specific set of circumstances when conducting experiments; the results should be repeatable, clear.
Written By Dante
Sept. 14, 2019, 1:03 p.m.(11/2/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Lucita
The Baroness should be commended for being a most kind host and storyteller. As much as it pains me to admit it, her skill with verse surpasses my own. Perhaps one day I shall hear it in song.
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